A Farm Girl: Three Acres of Fertile Land Can Be Exchanged for a Country

Wutong looked bewildered, not knowing what it was. She took the box, opened it, and found two gold rings inside.

One men's and one women's, both exquisitely crafted and beautifully designed.

"Of the two rings we had, only one remains now, which has a really bad connotation," Duan Fufeng said. "So I found a goldsmith in the southern border region and commissioned him to make these two rings. Do you like them?"

Wutong picked up the woman's coin and examined it closely against the light.

A cluster of exquisite paulownia flowers is carved on the face of the ring, resembling a string of trumpets, with the stamens clearly visible.

Looking at the other side, sure enough, three characters were engraved on it—Duan Fufeng.

She was overjoyed, but she was still bothered by the fact that Duan Fufeng had knocked off her original wedding ring, so she deliberately said, "Gold is too tacky, I won't wear it."

"Really? Then I'll take it back."

Duan Fufeng was about to call for help when he said that.

Wutong, in a hurry, stopped him and said, "So what if it's a bit rustic? It's my choice to come back."

Duan Fufeng chuckled, then embraced her and whispered in her ear:

"Would you like to have a wedding ceremony again?"

"Hold a wedding ceremony? There's no need, it's too much trouble."

"No trouble at all." Duan Fufeng rubbed his nose against her hair. "I want the whole world to know that you are my queen."

He has always believed in the principle of keeping a low profile, but on this matter, he must be high-profile for once.

Wutong grabbed the clothes on his shoulder, couldn't help but chuckle, and nodded with a smile.

Therefore, under Duan Fufeng's orders, the wedding preparations were carried out in full swing.

The King of Southern Xinjiang was getting married, which was a momentous event for all the people of Southern Xinjiang. They couldn't come to the palace to witness the wedding ceremony, so to enhance the joyous atmosphere, every household decorated with lanterns and colorful decorations, and even the schools were closed for the holiday, making it even more lively than the New Year.

Duan Fufeng was generous and ordered a 50% reduction in taxes for the year, which was a cause for celebration throughout the land.

This wasn't Wutong's first marriage, but her last marriage to Duan Fufeng hadn't caused such a sensation. As the wedding date drew closer, she grew increasingly nervous.

Unfortunately, she couldn't do anything. All the wedding arrangements were handled by the people in the Prince's Mansion, and she just had to sit and be the bride.

Fortunately, there's still a mountain by her side, accompanying her every day as she chooses her wedding dress and admires the flowers, saying from the bottom of my heart:

"This time, Your Highness showed some humanity. Sister Wutong, the whole world will envy you now."

Wutong smiled without saying a word, rummaging through the pile of fabrics until she finally found a piece she liked.

“Use this one,” she said to the tailor.

The other person said, "Isn't this too plain? There aren't any flowers on it, and the whole of Southern Xinjiang is watching you get married."

Wutong laughed and said, "Simple is fine, I like simple things. Who says you can only get married if you're all flashy and colorful?"

The tailor then followed her instructions and hurriedly made the wedding dress.

The day has finally arrived amidst much anticipation.

Shan got up early and busied herself with preparations, even more so than she would for her own wedding.

Wutong had been dragged to see the newly made wedding dress yesterday and went to bed late. Today, she was woken up very early and is now leaning against the bedpost, feeling like she's dying, staring blankly as they walk back and forth.

The Prince's mansion is basically decorated, with red and green decorations everywhere, except that the floor tiles have all been replaced with red ones.

Even the bed she was sitting on had a beautiful red "double happiness" character pasted on the curtains.

Shan asked someone to prepare fruit for the new house. After choosing for a long time, he finally found some he liked. When he turned around, he saw Wutong still sitting on the bed dozing off in her undergarments. He was annoyed and went over to push her.

"Bride, are you still not getting married? It's already past noon, if you don't start changing your clothes soon you'll be late."

The sycamore tree raised a haggard face.

"I'm so sleepy..."

Why can't we get a good night's sleep on our wedding day?

Shan helped her to her feet, saying, "Then you can take a bath and sleep at the same time, leaving everything to the maids."

The sycamore tree was like a vegetable, being urged by her to be taken for a bath.

Half an hour later, she sat in front of the dressing table, dressed in a light pink silk wedding gown.

Shan and several maids stood behind him, each holding either rouge or lipstick.

Dressing up is undoubtedly one of the most enjoyable parts of the wedding ceremony.

Even the most carefree person like Shan couldn't resist getting involved, determined to dress up Wutong as the most beautiful bride in the world.

Only Wutong herself looked resentfully at the bronze mirror.

“I told you I got up too early, look at my eyes.”

"It's okay, it's okay. Just cover it up with some watercolor, they won't see it. Hang in there, don't fall asleep."

The mountain cheered her on.

She took a deep breath, trying to ignore her sleepiness, and let them play with her face.

"Are there many people outside?"

When applying rouge, the paulownia tree asked.

Shan proudly declared:

"Of course, it's the marriage of the King of Southern Xinjiang after all. He's getting on in years, and the people of Southern Xinjiang thought he was going to be a bachelor for the rest of his life. As soon as they heard he was getting married, everyone wanted to come and watch, and they were scrambling to get in at the door."

Wutong frowned. "So many people? Let's hope nothing goes wrong."

"Don't worry, the Prince has already sent Lord Li to take care of it."

Wutong asked curiously, "What is he doing now?"

Although today is their wedding day, she hasn't seen Duan Fufeng at all.

Shan said, "What else can we do? We handle official business in the study. Aren't you two strange? One of you is only thinking about official business, and the other is only thinking about sleeping. It's like we're getting married."

Wutong couldn't help but chuckle.

After half a day, they finally finished. Shan placed the last hairpin in Wutong's hair, took two steps back, and said:

"Alright, stand up and take a look."

The hem of the wedding dress was a bit long, so Wutong pulled at the hem and stood up, swaying her head.

"How many things did you stick in my head? My neck is about to break."

"Not many, only twenty or thirty."

"Twenty or thirty..."

Shan covered her mouth, "Don't say unlucky things. If you don't wear jewelry on your wedding day, when will you wear it? Besides, who knows when you'll shave your head again. Of course, you have to seize the opportunity to make good use of it."

Wutong had nothing to say, so she popped a piece of pastry into her mouth to fill her empty stomach and waited for the most crucial moment to arrive.

After a busy afternoon, Shan had nothing left to do, so he sent all the maids away and chatted with Wutong.

Wutong held a bronze mirror in her hand, counting the hairpins in front of it, and sighed, "If we took this hairpin off and sold it, we would never have to worry about food and drink for the rest of our lives."

Shan said, "The prince sent a large box of jewelry, all of the finest quality. If you like, I can put dozens more on your hair."

She quickly shook her head.

"No, my neck is very important. I don't want to become disabled after getting married."

Shan looked at her with a smile, but as he looked at her, tears welled up in his eyes, and the corners of his mouth turned down, as if he were very sad.

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